I don't know how powerful this kick was, but it actually kicked Mo Yuanfeng directly out of the guardrail, rolling all the way to the bottom of the ring.
Several bodyguards arranged by Mr. Mo in the audience rushed to rescue him, but they were still knocked down, but they finally caught Mo Yuanfeng.
Unfortunately, Mo Yuanfeng's mouth was bleeding at this time, he had fainted, his sternum was collapsed by the opponent's kick, and he suffered serious internal injuries.
The fighter planes were changing rapidly, and no one expected that Mo Yuanfeng, who seemed to have the upper hand and the offensive, would be kicked directly by the opponent's sudden kick.
"Damn it, I thought Easterners had great kicks, but I didn't expect that this guy is so tall and his kicks are so flexible!" Someone else sighed.
Medical staff rushed over and Mo Yuanfeng was carried away and rescued.
"Flower fists and embroidered legs!"
Giles in the boxing ring actually said something contemptuously, and what is incredible is that the words he said were actually in Chinese.
"Isn't this kid too crazy? He attacked for a long time, even if he missed the kick, it was still very sharp, and he actually said that he was using his fists to show off his legs?"
Everyone was sighing.
"Hasn't he tried his best?"
Gaba!
Gaba!
Giles turned his head stiffly, and the muscles in his neck made continuous noises. Then he walked towards the seat in the corner of the ring with a helpless look on his face. His steps were plain and casual. It could be seen that,
He didn't really seem to be putting any effort into it.
"Awesome!"
"Yeah, this is too awesome."
"Today I opened my eyes. Westerners can actually have such strong leg skills."
Everyone was sighing and sighing. The most important thing is that in this situation, he didn't even use his full strength. How strong will the robot that uses all his strength be?
"Oh my god, my three million!"
In the VIP box, Peng Yiwei shook his hands in distress. Although he was a dandy and came from a good family, his travel funds were also limited. Three million was not a small sum for him personally.
Qi Chengzhi's face next to him was equally ugly. For a moment, they even thought that Mo Yuanfeng had won, but no one expected that the battle situation was changing rapidly, and Mo Yuanfeng, who seemed to be a sure winner, was actually kicked down.
Is this a move? It's completely a rogue move, invisible and traceless, but it just works like that.
The two of them glanced at Ye Wuhan almost coincidentally. Although they were still a little unconvinced that Mo Yuanfeng lost in the end, because Mo Yuan won in one risk.
"I still underestimated the power of the top boxing champion. It turns out that Yuanfeng has no chance at all. Giles' leg skills are almost impeccable, and his pure muscle power can actually defeat the internal strength." Mo Beijiang also kept shaking his head with regret.
On the ring, Giles still seemed to be unsatisfied. He actually called his assistant and said something in a loud voice. Someone who understood understood it. He actually spoke Russian.
"Damn it, the Russian strongman!" someone else lamented.
Soon the assistant came to the audience and exchanged a few words with Mitsui Gyu, Somba and others.
Then Somba suddenly raised his head and shouted upstairs: "Mr. Giles said that he does not need to rest. The third final does not need to wait for tomorrow and can continue."
"This is too arrogant."
Everyone in the audience was filled with righteous indignation. This was simply a display of naked contempt and arrogance.
According to the schedule, the three boxing matches are actually divided into three days, because it is Giles one-on-three. This is also done so that he has enough physical strength to deal with the following matches, but depending on the situation, there is nothing wrong with him.
After spending so much time, I became addicted to playing, and it was time to compete in the third game.
Mo Beijiang looked at Ye Wuhan helplessly, "Brother Han!"
"Tell them that I won't take advantage of him and let Giles have a good rest. The game will start tomorrow!"
Ye Wuhan stood up immediately after saying that, and then stepped out of the box.
"Really or not, it looks like you can really beat him." The two dudes still didn't believe it.
"Okay Brother Han!"
Mo Beijiang also stood up happily and said to the waiter next to him: "Tell them to have a good rest. The game will be held tomorrow night and we will not take advantage of them."
Ye Wuhan spoke, and he obviously felt confident. After speaking, he also sent it out.
"Beijiang, you don't need to see me off if you have something to do. Go back." Ye Honghua said when he came to the elevator door.
"It doesn't matter, I'll give you what you need. It's getting late, let's go have a supper together."
Mo Beijiang didn't even accompany Bangkok Crocodile and others, but followed him into the elevator.
Several people looked at each other, but Mr. Mo insisted on seeing him off, so they couldn't say anything else. Moreover, it was already very late, and they were indeed a little hungry, so they simply went to have a supper together.
Taking the elevator to the ground, after leaving the office building, Mo Beijiang said with a smile: "Brother Han, I have arranged a hotel for you. You can rest here tonight. You can stay as many days as you like."
"Okay!" Ye Wuhan nodded, this is more convenient, isn't it?
Mo Beijiang originally wanted to take everyone to the hotel for supper, but at Ye Wuhan's suggestion, a group of people found a roadside stall to have supper and specially ordered wine. As for nightlife, watch it at Ye Wuhan
It's more delicious to eat at roadside stalls.
"Is there any other fun place in Yanjing?" Ye Wuhan suddenly asked while holding a drink.
"If you want to play, let's go shooting." Peng Yiwei suddenly shouted.
"Tch, shooting as if you can win?"
Ye Honghua curled his lips and looked around at several people. He didn't dare to say he was number one in terms of force, but in terms of marksmanship, he felt that he was definitely number one. He was known as a sharpshooter in the army.
"It just so happens that I haven't touched a gun for a long time. It would be nice to go and play together. How about Brother Han, do you want to go?"
Ye Honghua said, then he looked at Ye Wuhan, "I happen to have some connections at the special forces training base in the west. If you want to go, let's go and play together."
"Okay, I haven't played with a gun for a long time."
Mo Beijiang also rubbed his hands. This Mr. Mo was a handsome man. Not to mention his good skills, he even had good marksmanship. Otherwise, how could he be respected as the boss by the Taoists?
"Okay!" Ye Wuhan nodded. He hadn't touched a gun for a long time, and to be honest, his hands were itchy.
"Okay, in that case let's go to the training base together tomorrow!"
That's how the matter was settled.
Qi Chengzhi and Peng Yiwei couldn't help but look at Mo Beijiang in surprise, thinking that Mr. Mo was really big-hearted. The backyard was on fire and all his shares in the boxing ring were gone. How could he still be in the mood to play guns with everyone?
But Mr. Mo is going to go, so they can't stop him.
To be honest, because they often hang out with Ye Honghua, their marksmanship is also good and they can hit twice.
What surprised a few people was that Ye Wuhan didn't drink much before, but he drank a little too much at this roadside stall and became a little drunk.
After having a late-night snack, Mo Beijiang arranged for someone to take him to the hotel he had booked.
"Giles, I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to compete with you in this life!" A drunken Ye Wuhan said to himself as he lay on the bed.
To be honest, he was looking forward to playing against this senior who also came from the Siberian training camp.
Because both of them are the strongest in their respective batches, Giles used to be so mysterious and unattainable in his eyes, but now he actually has to compete with this senior. Just think about it.
It feels exciting.
Ye Wuhan's drunkenness gradually deepened, but what was reflected in his mind was not the previous scene in the boxing ring. On this night, his mind returned to the vast Siberia.
That training base where he experienced blood, fire, and extreme cruelty.
The camera gradually moved forward, passing through a barracks, and unknowingly, a little girl with short blond hair appeared in front of his eyes. Time was frozen at this moment.
"There are nine people in your group, but you only have one meal and two boxes of lunch every day. You have to figure out how to distribute them. Those who are still alive after seven days can enter the next round of training!" A tall and dignified man with several vertical and horizontal scars on his face.
The coach looked at the group of teenagers who had just entered the base and said.
His face was calm and seemed to have no emotion at all.
Then he glanced at the crowd, and casually pointed at an Asian boy with the frailest figure, and then pointed at a boy who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, and even had beautiful blue eyes.
The timid blond girl said: "Give the lunch box to them two first!"
This is not good for you. With so many people grabbing two boxes of lunch, you can imagine how cruel it is. Whoever gets the box lunch first will undoubtedly die quickly, because you will become the target of public criticism.
Perhaps in the eyes of the coach, this Asian boy is the weakest among all the children, and is already so thin that he is somewhat malnourished.
In the coach's mind, he has been sentenced to death long ago. Such a person will die early and be reborn early, and his life will be a waste of food.
And he could predict that once the lunch box got into his hands, due to his cowardice, he would definitely choose to give it away to save himself. Or he would simply be killed, and the blond girl looked a little timid.
Being shy, he was also included in the list of eliminated by the coach.
In his eyes, these two people died early and were reborn early.
This thin boy is undoubtedly Ye Wuhan. He worked as a coolie in Africa before. After the construction site was ransacked, he was spotted by a mercenary group. After several cruel encounters, his potential was discovered and he was specially sent to a Siberian training camp.
Receive the most brutal killer training.
This series of inhuman encounters almost all happened in succession, which directly led to the fact that his figure could not be fat, and he was even regarded as the weakest being by his peers.
After receiving the instruction, the assistant immediately delivered the two lunch boxes to the two boys and girls.
You can imagine how cruel it is that 9 people can only have two boxes of lunch a day, because this means that 7 people have no food to eat.
Even if you finally get the lunch box, it will not be enough to eat during the brutal training. On the other hand, if you can't eat the lunch box today, you will have no energy to grab a meal tomorrow.
If you accumulate like this, you will definitely die of exhaustion after seven days. Even if you don't starve to death, you will be beaten to death, or you will die silently during training.
The Siberian training camp is so cruel.
After watching the two people take the lunch box, the coach walked to the sidelines and ignored it. To put it bluntly, it was like raising voodoos, leaving them to fend for themselves, and in the end the living would be king.
Moreover, each of these nine teenagers was given a sharp dagger. This dagger will accompany them through the preliminary training in Siberia. In the end, this dagger will be stained with the blood of many people or animals.
, then it is unknown.
But now this dagger looks so clean and pure because it has not been stained with blood.
Because the training had just finished, all nine of them were hungry. As soon as the coach left, the eyes of the other seven teenagers started to shine as they looked at the two people holding lunch boxes, as if they were prey.
Among them, two teenagers are relatively strong and have good skills. They have been regarded as the boss among them before.
Now that the lunch box is in front of them, they believe that they will not let others enjoy it, and think that it is natural for them to get the meal.
They glanced at the others with disdainful eyes, then stood up straight and walked towards the two boys and girls respectively with arrogant faces.
"Boy, hand over the lunch box to save your life!"
The strong young man came to Ye Wuhan and stretched out his hand, speaking a lot of English in his mouth. At the same time, he shook the dagger in his hand vigilantly.
This dagger is not only bright, but also longer than ordinary daggers.
Ye Wuhan didn't speak, but his thin body was poking into the ground like a javelin. A pair of black and shining eyes stared calmly and coldly at the blond boy with a strong build and a full head of height taller than him.
"Fuck!"
Seeing that Ye Wuhan didn't respond to his words, the blond boy couldn't help but became furious. He brandished his dagger and roared fiercely as he rushed towards Ye Wuhan.